THE COMMON SECRET

In the first phase, he fell on ground and collapsed. He could not stand that moment of increased popularity of his shame that the society would think of him. It was astonishing and it fascinated him about how his secret that was covert for almost generations, now had become the topic all along the town streets . He could not stand the gossip that would arise. He stood frozen and static. His head sunk in total agony with his eyes fixed on ground. His hands were uncontrollably shaking and his chapati that was rolled up in a paper of his results was equally shaking. His eyes that were fixed on ground yielded another cascade of tears wetting the ground. He felt like a strong howling of the wind repeatedly and rhythmically making circulations in his mind. He could not raise his eyes to the public that fixed theirs strongly at him with total doubts of what had happened to him. Neither could he raise his face to the chapati seller who had prepared that bizarre for him. The chapati man equally stood in amazement of what had happened to his customer. The crowd all silent came close and closer to observe what the matter would be, for such a renowned old man to break down. The chapati man also got terrified with his mouth as if glued , and as silent as his thoughts.

They are now two generations down ever since he cried endlessly during that lonely night of agony. It was one late evening when Mr. Kibamba the renowned rich man of Koramorach town felt unease with his health. He had a little headache, his body caught serious cold and the coughing was uncontrollably strong. In his early twenties, he had met up with the campus beauty, lady Kizzy, who was a barista in Kongi restaurant. Kongi restaurant was close to Kokini Bar and Lodge, where lady Kizzy also part-timed as a vintner. Upon their meeting at Karereme University , Mr. Kibamba and the campus beauty fell in love. Like all love birds of this nasty modern life, they could not stop doing their naughty decisions. They were reckless of their lives especially for Mr. Kibamba who was an innocent gentleman by the time. For Kizzy, she was a button accessible by every sort of a man where she served as a vintner. Every evening, and every night, Kokini Lodges' mattresses would feel the skin of her back. The customers of her flesh had even nicknamed her "magulu district" as whomever would be looking for her would ask for Magulu district. They were indeed legs to all the men of the district. One time, Kibamba's schoolmate friend, Ngwanewa , went to Kokini Lodges to sting some babe like all other men called it. When he reached the entrance, he was asked to sign in the book to confirm his presence. On his realization, Kizzy's name was in the book for twenty times within a range of ten hours. He was astonished. " Is this Kizzy the Vintner who works here?" He inquired.
"Privacy matters here." Replied the receptionist.
"OB, Ah! She'Ass power or she has power? One, two, three ah!...twenty times in just hours...? She must be made from Germany! Ahhh! Her ass is strong, it must be made from Germany. Twenty times, in one two three four five six seven eight, nine and ten hours, really?" Ngwanewa remarked again.

"OB, here, privacy is the matter. Keep all for yourself and late our business run." Mattered the receptionist again.

However, as a scholar of language, Ngwanewa knew that the sentence entailed that " yes, but keep the matters private." He signed and he tried minding his business. However, he later recognized that infront of the name Kizzy, there was  later "K" that was hanging like an apostrophe above her name which she used to attach to herself with pride of being with Mr. Kibamba. The "K" above that name was like power one in mathematics if the mathematics of expansion is still in our minds.

That evening, when Mr. Kibamba's health got him challenged, he decided to move to the nearest clinic. The Nurse advised Kibamba to accept an HIV test . He at first resisted the idea as he recalled his friend's common joke in his saying that " Continue doing those checkups you'll discover what you want." His friend, the school dropout, was now a chapati seller. Mr. Ngwanewa used to fry him the best chapati and he had retired from serving as a receptionist at Kokini Bar and Lodge where Mbambaki currently works. Mbambaki, Ngwanewa and Mr. Kibamba all were Old boys of Karereme University although Ngwanewa and Mbambaki were dropouts.